What If Three Days Meant Forever?

Being in Love

"Wake up!" Monique says. I yawn and nudge Will who groans and looks up at me with those blue eyes that seem to have gotten prettier since the last time I focused in on them.

"Five more minutes." He groans.

"Everyone is downstairs." I say, brushing his hair from his eyes to kiss his forehead.

"So? We could just sleep for the rest of the day." He says, moving up to kiss just below my jaw and trail down to my neck. I blush and push him off quickly. He furrows his eyebrows before looking over to Monique who is standing with her her arms crossed while Abby is in the doorway trying not to laugh.

"I would make a joke if I didn't stink of jealously." Monique says simply with the roll of her eyes. "Naomi told us to come and get you guys."

Will groans and hides his red face underneath a pillow. "Goodbye, Nico."

"Goodbye, Will." I say with a lazy smile as I move to stand up and stretch my legs. "See you downstairs." With that, I follow Monique out of the room, Abby staying behind.

"So you guys are getting pretty serious, huh?" Monique says with a suggestive smirk.

"Yeah." I reply nonchalantly. "Jealous?"

"You know it." She says while shooting finger guns as she moves to sit on her blowup mattress.

"I was joking, Monique." I say softly, trying to search for the sadness in her eyes that she's so good at hiding.

"I know." She giggles. "But seriously, you guys are so cute." I smile at her words and turn to dig through my suitcase for a pair of jeans I have yet to wear. "So, did you guys?" She trails off and rolls her wrist a couple times.

"Did we what?" I ask with a chuckle as I tug on my pants.

"You know." I look up at her to see that she's blushing which strikes me as strange since Monique never blushes unless she's around her mom, dad, or Quinton.

"Not really."

"Did you do it?"

"It?"

"Ugh, if you're going to make me say it, then forget it."

"I seriously don't know what you're talking about." I say honestly as I tug on a long sleeved shirt.

"Oh my gods, did you and Will have sex or not?" My eyes widen and I feel my face heat up.

"Monique!" I glare at her.

"What? I don't know what kids do these days." She says, waving off my anger.

"Gods of Olympus." I mutter to myself, pulling my fingers through my hair.

"I tried to joke around with Percy about the fact that him and Annabeth probably do it and he had basically the same response and then proceeded to scold me for knowing what sex is, like I'm a child."

"I hate you so much." I groan.

She puts her hands up in surrender. "Just based on your response, I'm going to assume the answer is a no."

"I'm never talking to you again."

"I don't even blame you. It seems painful."

"I'm walking away from you."

"I think my questions are valid."

"No."

"You know you love me!" She yells as I make my way toward the stairs.

"Sometimes!" I yell back.

I smile as I involuntarily touch the inside of my arm, only to be met with the cotton of my shirt. It's weird that sometimes I forget how good I've been during this visit. I brought along Monique's blades as a not-very-safe safety net and now, I haven't thought about them at all and my scars are starting to scab over and fade.